Hopes of Tree Chirpers
my hands are cold and the night drifts on
maybe I’ll awake before pre dawn
birds will be chirping , perhaps a song or two
I will see them settle in the morning dew.
should they sing before I wake
tell them I’m resting and there is food to take
stretching their ears for the words I spoke
they’ll soon be aware that I never woke
chirpers will stop, choir will end
all have hopes, searching for their friend
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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